White Robe

Xu Yi was secretly weighing his options when more and more cultivators gathered in the sky above, their gazes fixed on him as if he were prey under inspection.

A few looked ready to make a move. Xu Yi called out, "Everyone, everyone, I know you've come for the Martial Edict. But it's already in Zhang Fengcheng of Black Stone Monastery's hands. It has nothing to do with this junior. I beg you to spare my life."

As he spoke, he swept his gaze across the crowd. Their blood and energy surged, making their cultivation levels easy enough to judge.

There were about a dozen Soul Sensing Ancestors at the head of the group, all on the level of War Son of Heaven and King Jiang Bai.

The several dozen other cultivators were all experts in the Liquid Condensation Realm. Even the weakest had reached the Mid Liquid Condensation Realm, while the vast majority were at the peak of Liquid Condensation.

More remarkable still, most of these Liquid Condensation Realm cultivators were around thirty, and quite a few were barely twenty.

It was plain to see just how abundant the cultivation resources brought by the rich spiritual energy of this world were.

As long as there weren't any cultivators beyond what he knew to exist, he could relax a little. He believed he still had room to maneuver.

"Shameless brat! What nonsense!"

Zhang Fengcheng was livid. How could anyone in the world be so shameless? His anger had barely flared when he realized every gaze had converged on him. A shiver ran down his spine, raising goosebumps.

This was no joke. With the Martial Ban lifted, attacks were no longer forbidden. If he provoked public outrage, the consequences were unimaginable. Xiqin Sect might be destroyed, but Black Stone Monastery might